I have exams next week but I couldn't stop myself from writing this down when it came to me. The song is "What are words" by Chris Medina. I really recommend listening to it, not just because it fits so well with this chapter but because the song is great enough to bring tears to my eyes, and his voice is out of this world. So yeah, listen to it, I don't think you'll regret it. Also I am really happy I have some people following this story. It started as a dream in Anon's head, which she told me, and I thought it sounded fun to do, and now I'm thinking this is the most challenging and exciting story I've ever written. So thanks Anon :) I don't own four brothers.

Anywhere you are, I am near...

He had stopped screaming. Not because of will, but because his voice didn't carry anymore. He let out a small whimper and clutched his head. He tried to focus on the hand stroking his hair back and the voice whispering to him but the noise in his head drowned it out and he squeezed his eyes shut. Another wave of pain hit his body and he let out a soundless scream, his body jerking on the bed. He felt the hands trying to hold him down but he couldn't stop moving, the pain was so intense and he wanted to escape it, he had to escape it. He heaved and the hands guided him to the side of the bed and he felt the cold hard plastic of the bucket he had become familiar with hours earlier. He heaved again but nothing came, sobbing he clutched his stomach as the hole in it seemed to widen. The hand continued stroking his hair, coming to a rest at his cheek, it's familiarity a comfort.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay..."

He had stopped trying to hold back his tears hours ago. His shame at crying in front of his oldest brother gone when the pain didn't stop, only continued to come, and worse everytime. He had begged, pleaded and threatened with Bobby to help him, to save him, to just give him something, anything to take this pain away. He had told Jack that he couldn't, that he wouldn't, because this was what had to be done. He had explained it to him, even before, but Jack hadn't thought it would be like this.

"Please" His voice was raw, a result of hours of screaming "Please Bobby, just, just give me something, anything, please, I, I can't do this, not now, please I'll stop later I promise just..."

Had he been able to focus his eyes on Bobby's face he would have seen the look of sadness and regret as he shook his head, the guilt that was visible in every line on his face. But he only saw the move that meant 'no' and he let out a muffled scream.

Anywhere you go, I'll be there, Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see

"Please..."

The hand continued it's stroking but this time he tried to push it away, his anger at being denied what he needed to stop this pain taking over.

"Why are you d-doing this to me? You said you'd take care of me, that you never let anything..." His voice trailed off as he saw something move across the wall near him. He let out a gasp.

"I know" Bobby took a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite that the fact that his little brother was in pain. It hurt him more than Jack would ever know to see him like this. And it hurt because he knew what he was going through, knew how it felt when the walls closed in on you and the pain tore through your body. "I'm taking care of you Jackie" he whispered "You just need to get through this and then you'll be fine okay"

"I wont be" He sobbed out, eyes still following the shadow on the wall creeping closer to him "Can you see it Bobby?" His voice was that of a child and when Bobby looked at the wall where Jack pointed he sighed, seeing nothing.

"It's in your head Jack, it's the drugs leaving your body that's messing with you, there's nothing there"

"It's coming for me..."

Outside Jack's room his other two brothers sat silently. Both wanted to escape the sound of Jack's screams and his pleas, but was at the same time unwilling to leave him, even if he couldn't see them. They had all agreed when Bobby said he would be the one to take care of Jack during his withdrawal. Evelyn had protested at first, insisting that it was her responsibility as Jack's legal guardian, but Bobby had stood his ground, and eventually Evelyn agreed, knowing it was better for Jack, and that Bobby could handle him better.

Evelyn was down in the kitchen, tears streaming down her face as she listened to her youngest son plead with Bobby to end this.

Jack tossed and turned, leaning his head against the cold rag against his forhead, the cold comforting against his hot skin.

"Bobby..."

"I promise Jack. It'll be over soon"

"Don't leave, p-please d-dont leave" His words came out in a stutter, his teeth clattering.

"Don't worry Jackie. I'll never leave, I promise"

The words comforted him, and when another pain hit and made his body spasm he tried to hold onto them.

How every single promise I'll keep, cause what kind of guy would I be, if I was to leave when you need me most?

It's the worst, watching the ones you love suffer Bobby mused a few weeks later when he watched Jack pick at his food in disinterest. The drugs had left his body, but had still to leave his head, and Bobby watched him constantly. He knew Jack was tired of him hovering around, but that couldn't be helped. Bobby knew how these things went, knew that even though the drugs had left him, the cravings had not. He knew Jack wanted another hit, knew that if an oppurtunity prsented itself he would take it. And Bobby would make sure that didn't happen. He didn't watch his little brother scream in pain just for him to start using again.

And I know an angel was sent just for me, and I know I'm meant to be where I am

Jack sighed as he took his plate to the sink, feeling the eyes of his family on him as he left the room and went out the back door to sit on the stairs, much like Bobby and Angel had done when they waited for him that night. He waited, and sure enough the door opened and Bobby took a seat beside him. They sat in silence for some time. Bobby waited, he knew Jack wanted to talk, but it was best to wait for him to think it through first.

Jack focused his eyes on the pile of leaves he and Jerry had gathered that morning with the intent of cleaning up the backyard. As he watched a wind blew by, taking some of them with it. They spun in the air, like a dance, and Jack wondered if he had finally lost his mind.

"I saw them"

Bobby didn't need him to tell him who. He had been with Jack all the time during his withdrawal, only leaving to use the toilet or grab a sandwitch. And during those few minutes Angel or Jerry had watched him. He knew who he was talking about, since Jack had pleaded with them to leave him alone.

"It wasn't real Jack" His words were meant to be a comfort, but he didn't know if it was.

"I know. But it seemed like it"

Bobby nodded, remembering how he tried to keep Jack from harming himself, how he had scratched at himself until he left blood behind, staining his skin. Remembered how he pleaded with him to end it.

"I hated you" Jack whispered the words as if he were ashamed of them.

Bobby sighed and draped his arm over Jack's shoulders, feeling them shake lightly, he pulled him closer to his side "I know". Jack kept his eyes on the ground even as he leaned into Bobby, feeling secure beside him. "It's okay".

And it was.

What are words, if you really don't mean them when you say them? What are words, if they're only for good times, then they don't?

That was Jackie's drug addiction coming to an end. At least for now, who knows where my crazy mind might take him he. Hope you liked it even though it's slightly song-fic-ish. I couldn't resist, as usual lol.